You think it's easy? Here's the lyrics (it's antique Dutch of 1563):
Als een hert ghejaeght, O Heere,
Dat verssche water begheert;
Also dorst myn siel oock seere,
Nae v myn Godt hoogh ghe-eert.
End spreeckt by haer, met geklagh:
O Heer waneer komt die dag,
dat ick doch by v sal wesen,
End sien v aanschijn ghepresen.
Seeking water, seeking shelter,
gasps the thirsty, weary deer;
So my soul, in days of trouble,
longs for God’s refreshment here.
In this stressful course of life,in its loneliness and strife,When, say I, will God deliver;
is his mercy gone forever?
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